13, on Christmas Eve." Mrs.Bensusan gave a kind of hoarse screech, and stared at Lucian in a horrified manner.
"Murder!" she repeated.

"Lord! what mur--that murder! Mr.Vrain! Mr.
Vrain--that murder!" she repeated over and over again.
"Yes, the murder of Mr.Vrain in No.

13 Geneva Square on Christmas Eve.
Now do you understand ?" With another gasp Mrs.Bensusan threw up her fat hands and raised her eyes to the ceiling.
"As I am a Christian woman, sir," she cried, "I am as innocent as a babe unborn!" "Of what ?" asked Lucian sharply.
"Of the murder!" wept Mrs.Bensusan, now dissolved in tears.

"Rhoda said----" "I don't want to hear what Rhoda said," interrupted Lucian impatiently, "and I am not accusing you of the murder.

But--your house is at the back of No.